This poem needs very little introduction or explanation, just that it was written by Micah after a morning reading A. A. Milne’s poetry to our boys. And Simon would like to state, for the record, that he doesn’t always go straight from the book. He can come up with his own moves, too. I can vouch for that.
Written in a Book
Master Simon likes the chess,
to exercise his cleverness.
But all his games, he must confess,
are written in a book.
Master Simon prefers the black,
both to block and to attack.
But whether forth or whether back,
his moves come from a book.
Master Simon slides his queen.
He Ls his knight, he steps his king.
But he won’t do a single thing,
that’s not written in a book.
Little brother, come be white!
I’ll check with queen, you block with knight.
But when I win, don’t frown, don’t fight,
for it’s written in a book.
Master Simon, please don’t yell,
when he moves that piece like M, not L.
For little brother, as you can tell,
surely cannot read a book.